A Daughter’s Tribute: How Honoring Her Father Changed Everything at the Dance

guided my hands and reminded me to breathe through the difficult moments.

Some nights I cried while I worked on the dress.

Other nights I talked to Dad out loud as if he could hear me.

Every Piece Held a Memory

Each section of fabric carried its own specific memory attached to it.

The shirt he wore on my first day of high school, when he told me I was going continue reading …